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"I'm pretty sure her name is Magma, Garth." Raven points out, glancing between the young lady and her friend. Roy's arrival to bind up Fiddler is met by Raven moving her foot from the downed villains chest. "Given her skill set.." Pointing to some of the cooled rock formations that were previously super heated rock, "And Am-Magma not making any sense.. unless you're a seven foot tall green wall of muscle."

Her indigo eyes fall on Amara, "Hello, ''Magma''…" Stressing it with a side glance at Tempest, there's no smile on her face but she very well ''may'' be teasing him. "…I'm Raven."

Now that the scene has calmed down some, she's a moment to feel the heightened fears of those gathered not far away watching the heroes… one in particular whose fear is nearly palpable. She searches for the source, eyes flickering around steadily from one face to another.

*

"It's just Magma," Amara starts to say, just as Raven makes the correction, shooting a brief, grateful smile toward the other woman. "A pleasure to meet you, Raven," she adds with a polite nod. "Garth, Flash, Arsenal." She leans forward to get a glimpse at the newest arrival, frowning slightly. "I would imagine he is not exactly local here."

*

"Magma. Got it." Roy whistles, as he eyes the young lady. Picking up the Fiddler, and securing him to something safe (like a pillar), Roy ticks his tongue. "I'll talk to the police." Perk of being an Agent of Checkmate. "But go ahead and take him to HQ!" he calls after Flash. Who, likely, has already zipped off in a hurry with the visitor. "We'll find out later, I suppose," he says in response to Amara, although he does stumble over the last two words as she leans forward. "Uh… hey, Raven, what's up?" he asks, looking away hurriedly.

*

"Really? Well, yeah, that does make more sense." Garth replies to Raven about his mixup of Magma and Am-Magma. Little does he know that Amara nearly gave her real name to a total stranger. He just figured that it was a codename. A lot of them make no sense to him. Like what does Psylocke, Starfire, or Harley Quinn mean? These humans and their codenames, he shakes his head at his own thought.

The look in his direction and the lack of a smile from Raven as she introduces herself to Magma does not go unnoticed, but it does go unremarked. "So, Arsenal, have you decided to completely give up your identity, or just tempting fate?" He knows in this company Roy probably has nothing to fear, but he did just perform some heroic feats in front of the public. Mind controlled public, but still, one of them might have had a smart phone recording it, or the Opera House itself.

With Magma referring to the Gravity Kid, Tempest shakes his head, “He's new to me, and I suspect, new to all of us. I'm sure Flash will figure that out after he's been patched up by the medics back at the…," and he was about to say United Nations, but corrects himself, “headquarters."

*

Amy would definitely look like a complete wreck. Then again more than a few regular people who were here at the wrong time probably do. But she's somehow on her feet, and begins to force herself up the side of the hall, putting a hand on the wall now and then to keep herself from leaning.

*

Raven looks to Roy when he steps up beside her and nods towards a group of people who are, perhaps understandably, handling this event poorly. "One of them has strong…" She's not sure exactly what the word for it is, still so far away and distant, like trying to pluck an idea out of someone’s hat from a mile away. She could reach out and bring it all in, but that could be dangerous… for herself and for everyone present.

Instead she floats a few feet off the ground and hovers towards the group of civilians who have collected near the back of the amphitheatre, "I can understand that everything you have just seen must be really harrowing." In her dull, perhaps even uncaring, sounding voice. As luck would have it, she's gotten far closer to Amy now. Casting indigo coloured eyes across the woman and moving on to inspect a pair of elderly woman and her husband who were, not terribly long ago, slap fighting each other like the Batman and Joker.

*

Amara arches a brow slightly when Roy's gaze dips, though she sticks to a shake of her head and an amused smile rather than pointing it out. When Raven floats over toward the group, she tilts her head, watching the confrontation. "She reminds me very much of a good friend," she murmurs to Garth, looking between the group. "You all have been fighting together for some time, haven't you?"

*

Roy's being good, really. Just moving over there with Raven. Because there's no place to look where Raven is involved, unless you wanted to spend time gazing deeply into the dark depths of her hood. And doing that the one time in years past got Roy a deep, deep stare followed by a 'Whatever you're looking for isn't in here, Harper'.

So no, Roy was being good and helping to check different people, following Raven's lead, and then going ahead. "Excuse me," he says to Amy. "You ok?"

*

With the survivors beginning to empty out of the Opera House, Tempest notes a seemingly shell-shocked woman propping herself up against the wall, trying to keep herself from leaning. He goes to her, looking her in the eye, "are you all right, miss?” Of course she's not all right after that ordeal, who would be. And Garth is no medic. Fortunately, there seem to be some coming in, and he gestures to one of them with a wave of his hand, “Guys, can you give me a hand over here?" The paramedics go to Amy, trying to see how she is, one of them will point a flashlight in her eye, check her pulse, ask her all the usual questions to see how she is and what she needs.

He looks up at Raven as she floats above, calming the people and giving them some sound advice. She can be awfully sympathetic when she wants to be. But just in case Amy is worried at the floating woman, he says, "That's Raven. This," and he’ll point to Arsenal, who checking on her, "is Arsenal. We're the good guys, girls too. And my name is Tempest." He’ll point out the other ones he knows in turn, giving their codenames so that the woman feels safe and secure before heading back towards the group, leaving her for a moment with the paramedic.

Just in time to hear Magma describe Raven as reminiscent to someone she knew. "Oh, no, not really. We used to, but we've only recently formed a team. We're called the New Warriors." He hopes she doesn't wince at the name, as he suggested it to the group after that bank robbery with the Eeensy Eight.

*

Amy looks up at the people talking to her. "I'm…" she says, looking at everyone. Her movements are slow, but she is cooperating with getting herself treated. "I'm.. I don't think I'm hurt," she says softly, slowly. Taking slow, deep breaths, she rubs her eyes again. "Thank you," she says to the people who says they were helping, and to the paramedics who decide she doesn't need to be taken anywhere. She then leans on the wall, and just watches the group of powerful people.

*

Raven settles back down near to Amy, looking for all the world like the very last person anyone would come to for emotional support. She reaches up slowly and pulls back the hood of her costume so that raven black hair can spill out across her nearly grey pale shoulders. "May I touch you?" She asks the woman, her voice something that would be digitally spit out of a computer. Her friends, standing around her helpfully assuring the masses that there is no harm to come from this group may give her some form of reassurance by proximity, but if anyone is hoping for a warm smile from Raven…

They'll need to find a comfortable seat and possibly order some dinner. "You have a lot of pain." Said to Amy, indigo eyes not necessarily glowing, but when do purple eyes have to glow? The gem in her forehead, however, does shimmer faintly. "I can take it away if you wish."

*

"The Warriors," Amara echoes, quirking a brow at Garth with a wry smile. "And who is Kronos?" Someone who casually knows their mythology? That's at least a little unusual. As the medics start to arrive, she finds a relatively whole seat to settle for a moment, eyes drooping half-closed as she quietly makes some repairs to the ground where she was drawing up magma earlier.

*

"It's all right," Roy replies, patting Amy on the shoulder as he offers the whole warmth of human kindness that was wholly missing from Raven's demeanor. "She's Raven. Just don't ask her to say 'Nevermore'. I tried that years ago, and all she did was give me crap about how she never thought I could read."

*

While Tempest gets Magma's reference to the son of Zeus and leader of the Titans, he shrugs his shoulders, "we haven't really picked one yet. Though I firmly believe that any one of us could fill that role. We're all leaders in our own way." He's been spending too much time under the sea as a High Councillor, he's starting to sound like a politician.

He smiles to Roy, who covers for Raven's… well, Raven-ness. Satisfied that Amy is all right, the paramedic who was with her moves on to the next person. A small group of public servants litter the opera house, checking on people, tending to wounds, doing their job well. But Amy, she gets the Warriors for company as each in turn seems to have focused their attention on her, and each other.

But at Raven's suggestion, he hesitates, not really wanting to influence things, but thinking it might be a bad idea. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but instead, chooses to close it, saying nothing on the matter. Pain is an integral part of life, as important, if not more, than pleasure. Without pain and pleasure, is life really worth living? A balance must be maintained. Oh, why does he think such things, plagued by thoughts on philosophy, and so rarely ever giving voice to it?

*

Amy tenses up a little. Watching Raven, she leans back a bit, her back and the back of her head against the wall, which forces her to stand up straight. She takes a deep breath, but decides Raven must be one of the good people, since nobody's doing anything about this. Taking a deep breath, she gives a little nod. "Um… okay," she says softly, not really sure what that means, but she assumes it means some sort of physical pain. Soreness from the blasts that may come later. She has recent experience with that. She relaxes slightly when others join in, which confirms her thought that no, this isn't some bad person sneaking in and causing more trouble.

*

I'm still not entirely convinced you can." Raven says with unintentional venom in her tone, more out of defensive intent than really meaning anything harsh to Roy. Her eyes, however, remain entirely on Amy. She seems so unapologetic about the wholeness of her staring or the cool manner in which she raises her hand to press her fingers lightly against the woman's forehead and jaw. Despite the cool demeanour of her expression, the touch is surprisingly gentle and when it is made the raven haired woman closes her eyes and opens her carefully constructed defensive shields to accept the rush of emotional pain that she expects to flood into her from Amy.

The sorrows of the experience is stolen away, the fear and terror of seeing the explosion no longer Amy's to feel, but taken from her and made Raven's. The pale woman's face bundles into a network of wrinkles across her brow, her black lips press tightly together as a faint glow beats softly to the rhythm of Raven's heart beneath the fingers touching Amy's face.

Whatever anguish plagues her, Raven will take it, until she no longer wishes her to. Until she is either whole or wholly afraid of what the ''hero'' is doing and jerks away from her.

*

Amara's smile quirks at Tempest's answer. "That sounds very…Roman." It's an odd sort of compliment, but her tone certainly suggests that's what it is. For all the oddity of what's going on between Raven and Amy, Amara doesn't seem concerned, once Amy consents, at least. She's spent a considerable portion of her life at Xavier's, surrounded by extremely powerful telepaths. She's no stranger to these things. Not that she's volunteering, either.

*

"Hey, I read to my daughter," Roy retorts, keeping a hand lightly on Amy's shoulder, doing his best to make it reassuring. "Do you like green eggs and ham? I do, I do, I like them, Sam-I-Am!"

Eyes shifts back to Raven as she starts absorbing the anguish, Roy quirks an eyebrow, before trying once more to peer into the depths of Raven's hood. "Hey, Raven? You okay in there?"

*

A twinge of sadness fills Tempest's thoughts as Amy agrees to have Raven take away her pain. He would never do it, but to each their own. She's an adult, fully capable of making her own decisions, and for her, that was the correct one. But it is not what Tempest would choose. Maybe it's because he's had a life of pain, from the moment of his birth, he's been an outsider, exhaled from Atlantis, left to die alone… but he didn’t. He survived and grew to be the man he is today.

With a lean of his neck to the right, he reaches up to slowly brush his hands against his forehead, running the tips of his fingers over the scars, a reminder of the pain he has endured in his still young life. And as he contemplates life, Raven absorbs Amy's pain, taking it unto herself. Garth watches with interest, but there is so much more at play than what he can see on the surface.

Though his introspection is broken by Magma's words. He doesn't understand her meaning, not being familiar with her people, but he takes it as a compliment, “thank you. Is that where you're from, Roma?" Her accent makes it difficult for him to place her. It's a human tongue, but it doesn't quite sound like any language he's ever heard. Bits and pieces yes, but hers seems unique, almost as if it were progenitor language.

So much for keeping a straight face. Garth bursts into laughter, hearing Roy rhyme, the sort of things he would teach to his little girl, Lian. "And I'm sure that she loves those books, R… Arsenal. I’m sure she does." That Lian, so adorable, he could just eat her up and tickle her until she squeals like the little girl she is.

*

Amy is kind of surprised. She expected some sort of physical pain relief, but instead… she's feeling emotionally drained. Instead of broken, she's instead getting tired, so her reaction to the surprise is a bit muted. All the stress, all of how she's been on edge, constantly afraid of someone popping up out of the blue and fighting or killing. All the jumpiness every time there's a loud noise, wondering if some stranger around her is abruptly being killed, it's just… turning into nothing. Her posture relaxes, her face falls from strain to passivity. Staring at Raven… she closes her eyes a moment, takes a breath, and then asks quietly, in a flat voice "What… what is happening?"

*

The gem set into Raven's forehead is the first indicator that whatever it is she's taken away from Amy was of far greater potency than she had originally imagined. The Chakra is at a constant shimmer as it helps the woman deal with her daily emotional state, small things like frustrations and doubts, but suddenly it is like someone turned on a lighthouse's beam and shined it straight up into the sky.

The woman's eyes snap open as it floods into her. If the rhythmic pulse of energy coming from her hand is an indication of Raven's heartbeat, it's suddenly sky rocketed and her jaw is quivering, but she doesn't let Amy go. She doesn't scold her hand away like a child touching a hot plat. "You have… a lot of pain…" Said quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stares at Amy.

When she finally moves her hand away, she immediately reaches up to pull her hood back up over her hair and turns away from the woman. Not out of dismissal, but to hide behind the protective shadows.

It has been a very long time since Raven cried.

"Whoever did this to you, they are a monster." She says with every bit the lack of empathy as she spoke earlier, but there's no short of genuine regard in her flat near robotic tone. "I am very sorry you had to…" Swallowing, she shakes her head and leans against the back of one of the seats with one hand supporting her weight.

*

The words themselves convey what Raven must be feeling, even with the lack of inflection in her voice. Now it's Raven's turn to feel Roy's hand on her shoulder. "Hey, hey… was… this isn't normal, is it?" Or at least, much more than expected for being terrorized by the Fiddler. "What's going on?" Lowering his voice, Roy leans forward. "Rachel…?" he asks quietly, for her ears only. Unspoken, but implict in his tone: 'We're here.'

*

"Nova Roma, to be precise," Amara nods to Garth's question, still watching Raven and Amy. "It is in Brazil. The Amazon. Your friend needs…" Raven's reaction isn't entirely unknown to Amara either, and the young woman unfolds from her own seat to move toward her, brows furrowed in concern. When Roy moves, though, she pauses, not wanting to intrude. Which doesn't mean she isn't on stand-by.

*

Whatever Raven is up to, it seems to be working. Amy looks to be relaxed. But then Garth notices how it affects Raven. He can't help but think that her reaction was not planned. But then, with one single drop of water, any thought that she got more than she bargained for is confirmed. Even before it pours out of the duct in Raven's violet eye, he could sense it coming. It was too close to the surface. “Raven…” he says, concern in his voice.

But he trusts her, and there’s not much he could do to help. It's a little beyond his area of expertise, but he is there, with the rest of their friends. The moral support would have to be enough. And then he penny drops, and he looks to Amy. Would could it be? It sounds serious. But for now, it will remain between Raven and their new friend… did she give her name? In all the confusion, he couldn't remember if she had given it. Probably best not to ask. That’d have to be viewed as rude, right?

He's thankful to have Roy as a friend. Even before he could think of it, Roy was already there, comforting Raven, with a hand on her shoulder. He thinks about adding a 'we all are’, but thinks better of it, letting Roy's words sink in, and their looks, their presence, speak for them.

For a moment, he forgets about Magma. But he is thankful for her presence, to raise the tone to a nicer, and brighter area. "Nova Roma, Brazil?" The two concepts confuse him. He had thought they spoke Portugese in Brazil. With them all looking at Raven, it is clear that even though they don't know these two new women as well as each other, but they are definitely keepers.

*

Amy shakes her head. Staring at Raven now, she begins to realize what was going on. Walking over to Raven, she bends over a little, and looks. "If you… if you're feeling what I am… it's because of this… and because of Joker and his um, friend." Amy didn't quite catch Harley's name, when she had a gun to Amy's head for use as a hostage. Well, before leaving her on a roof with blood all over her and exploding said roof not that far from her. "It… well thank you but.. I hope you're okay."

*

Raven closes her world off within the comforting silence of the shadow of her hood. The world outside a distant memory as she surrounds her mind with a blissful calming silence, outwardly squeezing the cushion of the chair supporting her weight and only hearing Roy's assurances as if over some great distant and through a thick fog. Her posture is tense, near rigid and her entire demeanour has shrunk in on itself like a turtle collapsing into its shell for protection.

When her eyes open only moments have passed, but to her it feels as some great eternity. Indigo eyes are bloodshot and rimmed red from the river of tears, but she looks every bit as stoic when she turns her head to regard Amy. "The Joker." and his little friend. Raven doesn't keep tabs on Gotham City, but she's heard that name before…

"I will be fine." Her voice is deadened, even more so than usual, as she wrestled a river worth of anguish down into a small mental compartment. She releases a quiet, steady sigh and looks between her two friends and the two women beside her.

"What?" She snaps, since everyone is staring at her…

*

"It is complicated," Amara says with a brief, rueful smile for Garth. She looks back to Raven, but when the other woman snaps, simply raises a hand in an accepting gesture, looking back to Garth as if it were an entirely natural change of topic. "We've been apart from the rest of the world for some time. Shortly after the death of Julius Caesar, our people sailed away from Rome and founded our city in the Amazon. We've been there ever since, preserving the ideals of the Republic. It's only in the last few years that we've begun to re-establish contact with the outside world. It has been…difficult, to say the least."

Leaning over, Roy tilts his head down to try and get a better look at Raven's face. Never mind invading her personal space, in this case, she'd probably stand a better chance of grounding herself if she saw a friendly face.

Of course, once she turns her head to face Amy, Roy backs off quickly. Not until she asks, does Roy finally smile, before the smile transforms into a crooked half-grin. "Yo, short, dark, and cute. Feeling better?"

*

At the mention of the Joker, Garth winces a little. He had a run in with them shortly before he caught up with Nightwing, hoping to bring him into the fold. "Harley Quinn," he states, guessing that she is the friend Amy was talking about. "A woman in a black and red jester outfit? Then that's Harley Quinn. Unless of course the Joker's started dressing his henchpeople like that." Stranger things have happened.

It's good to see that Raven hasn’t been affected by the ordeal. When she snaps at everyone staring at her with a deadpanned ‘what’, that's exactly what he'd have expected her to say. But then, that’s why he’s a High Councillor and not a counsellor. Though similar in sound, their differences are profound in meaning.

To Magma, he smiles, "I’d love to hear it, when we're not in the middle of a crisis. Or cleaning up a crisis." Not that they’re doing much of the cleanup. The emergency personnel are doing the hard work, sorting out lives, helping people in duress. But it seems that she gives him the cliff notes. "Sounds fascinating." And though a short response, his tone seems serious, not sarcastic.

Watching over at the way Roy is attending to Raven, he wonders to himself if romance could be in the cards? Probably a one-sided crush, but there's something there. Not that he blames Roy. Raven’s very appealing… in a somewhat unconventional way. Still, she's remarkable.

*

Amy nods at Garth. "Yeah…" She expects to wince even thinking about that night again, but surprisingly.. it's just nothing. She smiles very weakly when Raven seems to be fine. "You're.. stronger than I am," she says quietly. "If you're totally fine, feeling what I was feeling, you're amazing." She then looks around to see how others are reacting to Raven, to see if there's more that she should know about, but doesn't.

*

Raven's eyes snap to Roy and if looks could kill… It softens fairly quickly though. Not much beyond a bland stare, mind, but that's got to be better than staring daggers right? "Do not call me that. Ever again." She warns, but the venom is all out of her now. Even if she'd intended for their to be any in it, she's just sort of saying it without inflection.

In the end she just looks tired. Too tired. She breaths out another sigh and looks to the civil servants arrived to take the ''heroes'' places as shepherd’s for the wounded. "I need to go." She informs everyone and takes a step back away from them, whipping around to hold one hand straight out where a pulsating purple/black hole appears which swallows her without giving anyone an opportunity to put up any reasons why she shouldn't.

It snaps closed behind her without any circumstance or sound.

*

"She is very much like my roommate," Amara observes as Raven makes her getaway, apparently unfazed by the teleportation or the quick departure. As it seems the worst of the danger is past, though, she takes a step back from the others, looking toward where she stashed her shoes. "Whom I should probably call, actually. The bus was late enough getting here before it turned into a war zone. I can only imagine how late they'll be running to go home."

*

"Whatever you say, Spookie," Roy replies, deciding to keep the tone light and keep Raven nettled at him rather than brood over the Joker. "So how about…"

And then Raven pops out, and Roy squints at where she was, before he looks back at the others. "Was it my breath? I'm pretty sure I took a Mentos before I came here."

*

If he knew what to do, he would help Amy. But he's not sure what there is that he can do? Raven’s probably already done wonders, though Garth will never understand how or why. Such things are beyond mortal Atlanteans. "Quinn's some piece of work. As crazy as the Joker, and twice as deadly." While he seemed unable to aim, she hit him with a few bullets when he last met them. Thankfully for him, his skin is bullet resistant. But it still stings like hell.

"That’s our Raven," he says after she politely informs them that she must go, and then she disappears into a portal. "One of these days, I’m going to learn how she does that.” He probably could. He's a sorceror too, though Idyllist magic is somewhat different from what she practices. For one, Idyllist magic is entirely physical. No chants, words, or speech of any kind.

"If you’d like, Magma, I could drive you home? My car was parked outside, and it looks like I won’t be giving Raven a lift. That goes for the rest of you, by the way. Plenty of room.” Not really. He drives a sports car, but there is still enough room for the four of them. Five would have been pushing it.

“I wouldn’t worry about it Arsenal. Some women like to play hard to get. It’s the aggressive ones you have to be worried about.” Not that he’s had much experience in that department.

*

Amy physically looks almost like a different person. Her face calm, her motions smoother, she watches the spot where Raven was, and just stares off into space there. "Who was that?" she asks aloud, for anyone who would listen. "She didn't tell me her name."

*

"Thank you, but it's all the way out in Westchester," Amara shakes her head to Garth, smile faint. "I wouldn't want to impose." Or admit that she's still rooming at what is ostensibly a private school, for that matter. Roy gets a shake of her head, just enough to not quite hide her amused smile.

*

"Huh?" Now Roy blinks at Garth. "What're you talking about, Tempest?" Eyes narrow, as he considers the statement, before eye rolling. "This is the -same- stuff we did when we were younger, it's not like it means anything. It's just Spookie being Spookie." And besides, one would like to keep Raven nice and even before she sprouted four more eyes. Not that he was volunteering -that- tidbit in front of the others.

"Anyway, I've got my own ride, but I'm going to talk to the police and turn the fiddler over first. Enjoy yourself." A wink at Amara, followed by a look at Amy. "Uh… you, I think, probably need to talk to a counselor. Even if Raven took care of most of it."

*

Although Garth had identified Raven to Amy, she can be forgiven for not picking up on it. She's still in shock, he introduced her to a number of people, and there was the whole ordeal of having her pain taken away. It’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to this kind of thing. “That was Raven. She's very nice. A bit… distant, but nice.”

Garth chooses not to address Roy's protestations. He thinks they’d make a good couple, if there really was something to it. He could be wrong. Maybe it’s just concern. Until recently, he hadn’t seen either of them in a while. And Roy has Lian. For all he knows, he’s back with the mother. Now what was her name? Something English, Carlisle, Chester, Coventry, something like that, Westchester? Nah, but he’ll remember it, eventually.

So, Raven made her exit. Roy’s got his own ride, and Amy’s probably going to get herself checked out by a paramedic, again, just to be safe? Looking to Amara, he says in a kind tone, “Westchester? That’s doable. I have a friend out in Salem Centre I’ve been meaning to visit. A bit earlier than I had planned, but yeah, that’s doable. Up to you?”

*

Amy nods at those telling her to get checked out again. She doesn’t think she's hurt, and she feels, well, tired, drained from all the eventfulness, but better than she has since the whole thing at the fair in Gotham. "Raven. She helped me a lot, whatever she did."

*

"Are you certain?" Amara hesitates, checking the time. "I would hate to call her so late," she admits. "I'm sure she's busy." And besides, trips through Limbo always go so…strangely. "If it isn't any trouble," she finally concedes, "I would appreciate it. I just need to pick up my things." She holds up a finger, picking her way barefoot through the damage toward where she stashed her purse and shoes. Women. Priorities.

*

Waving a farewell to the others, Roy settles in next to the Fiddler, waiting for the police.

"So…" the redhead comments. "Don't suppose you know how to play 'Jailhouse Rock', do you?"

*

"She does that kind of thing,” Garth says to Amy, explaining how she helps out perfect strangers, and then leaves before they can even really thank her. She’s a weird one, but they love her. She’s great in her own reclusive way. They just wish they could see more of her. Maybe being a Warrior will be good for her, bring her out of that shell.

"Yeah,” he answers to Amara, not finding a problem in going for a long drive with a hero, “I mean, as long as you promise not to melt my seat covers or anything like that.” She did turn into some kind of fiery lava being, and he’s pretty sure that it’s not covered by his extended warranty. Somehow, the sight of Magma looking for her purse and shoes, moving rubble, debris, and web cushions, just tickles Garth. It’s funny. Yep, women. Priorities. Nuff said.

*

Amy nods slowly to what Garth says, then she turns to leave. "Well, tell her thank you for me," she says slowly, before starting to resume her climb up toward the exit, much smoother now, relaxed.

*

Looking to Amy, Garth nods his head. He glances towards the main part of the theatre, noting that Amara's still not back with her shoes and purse. Women. They must be really nice shoes and purse. And how come her dress didn't burn up when she went all fiery? He'd have to talk to her about that. After all, he did have a couple of hours to figure it out. Maybe he'd even get her first name. Something with an Am he imagines.

But they still have to wait for her to find the purse and shoes. It could take a while, and he'd offer to help, but it's kind of hard for more than one person to search an aisle, not like he can fly or anything. He wishes he could fly. That'd be cool. How does Namor do it?

"Sure, will do Amy," he replies, though he has a sinking suspicion that she'll be able to thank Raven in person. She has the look about her. There's more to her than meets the eye.

With Roy dealing with the Fiddler, Flash already back at the headquarters with Gravity Kid, Raven probably at home googling craigslist and google, and he able to take Magma home, he thought to himself, this was a pretty good night. Sure, there was some super villainy, but in the end, everything worked out. There didn't seem to be any fatalities.

Little does he know that the owner of that multimillion dollar oboe was going to be coming after him for wanton destruction of a loaner. Oh well, that'll be for tomorrow. Tonight, the Warriors did well. There would be many more days like this.